5 cm

"Every time you have a dream, hope, wish, or anything you seek, put it here. not sticking on your forehead. left it floating,,,
hanging,,,
5 centimeter, right in front of your forehead."
"so that it wont leave your eyesight. and you will bring your dreams and hopes every day, you will see it everyday, you will believe you will have it everyday
everyday, and eveyday."
"whatever the obstacles may be, say this to yourself, that you believe in your dreams and you wont give in, that you will always stand again every time you fall, that you will seek for it until your hand reach it. whatever it is. let your dreams hanging 5 centimeter in front of you. and what you need to do is only ..."
only step further than usual, swing your hang further than usual, see the sky up there more, your “Cuma kaki yang akan berjalan lebih jauh dari biasanya, tangan yang akan berbuat lebih banyak dari biasanya, leher yang lebih sering melihat ke atas, make a stronger will, stronger than the rock and steel, and a heart that struggle for it harder that usual, with a mouth which will always pray.

“And you will be known as someone who still have his dream, his belief, his hope, not only a stack of meat that only have a name. you will be known as a man who believe in the power of dream and will run for it, not just a daydreamer, not just a worthless ordinary people who lost their purpose of life, flowing through the wind and beaten by the world, but someone who always believe in the miracle of dream and strong will and the magic of human faith that wont be able to be counted. and you wont need a single evidence to know whether they will be reality or not in the future because what you need to do to make them real is only believe they will.”
“believe them 5cm… in front of your forehead.”

5 cm (bahasa indonesia)

5cm.

“Setiap kamu punya mimpi, cita-cita, keinginan, apapun yang kamu mau kejar, taruh dia di sini, jangan menempel di kening, biarkan dia,
menggantung…
mengambang..
5 centimeter, di depan kening kamu.”
“Jadi dia nggak akan pernah lepas dari mata kamu. Dan kamu bawa mimpi dan keyakinanmu itu setiap hari, kamu lihat setiap hari, dan percaya bahwa kamu bisa. Apapun hambatannya, bilang sama diri kamu sendiri, kalo kamu percaya sama keinginanmu itu dan kamu nggak bisa menyerah. Bahwa kamu akan berdiri lgai setiap kamu jatuh, bahwa kamu akan mengejarnya sampai dapat, apapun itu, segala keinginan, mimpi, cita-cita, keyakinan diri. Biarkan keyakinanmu mengambang 5 centimeter menggantung mengambang di depan kening kamu. Dan yang kamu perlu cuma…”
“Cuma kaki yang akan berjalan lebih jauh dari biasanya, tangan yang akan berbuat lebih banyak dari biasanya, leher yang lebih sering melihat ke atas, lapisan tekad yang lebih keras dari baja, dan hati yang akan bekerja lebih keras daripada biasanya, serta mulut yang akan selalu berdoa.
“Dan kamu akan dikenang sebagai orang yang masih punya mimpi dan keyakinan, bukan cuma seonggok daging yang hanya punya nama. Kamu akan dikenang sebagai orang yang percayapada kekuatan mimpi dan mengejarnya, bukan seorang pemimpi saja, bukan orang biasa-biasa tanpa tujuan, mengikuti arus dan kalah oleh keadaan. Tapi, seseorang yang selalu percaya akan keajaiban mimpi dan cita-cita, dan keajaiban keyakinan manusia yang tak terkaklkulasikan dengan angka berapa pun… Dan kamu nggak perlu bukti apakah mimpi-mimpi itu akan terwujud nantinya karena kamu hanya harus mempercayainya.”
“Percaya 5cm… di depan kening kamu.”

*taken from this is alfri, a nice monologue to read. see English version next post.

Planning to Write a Book

I want to write a book.

it's not a sudden hopeless dream. I've thought about it a really long time before, but I do feel that I can do it some days ago (well it's still related to my last post)

I wanna try making a book. any book. It can be a chicken soup, a novel, a diary, a blog compilation (maybe this wont work), a love story, a schoolbook, a poem, a fiction, a junk, or anything else.

the 1st problem is that I don't really have much spare time (with my laptop). the 2nd problem is: I tend to lose my excitement. 3rd problem is: I hate no support!

so I've thought a solution (a simple one): work with someone. yeah, brilliant. time can be shared, excitement wont lose so fast, and we'll support each other! great!

now, who wants? and I'm asking YOU. seriously. really, really seriously. please. post a comment :))

Dare to Do a Handstand

I've realized something important in this world .

something that you need to do in order to get something. it is:

"beat your fear by facing and challenging it, a hundred failures but ends with winning is better than hiding away"

that's right. I do feel that sometimes I don't get any better from time to time just because I think too shallow. I'm afraid. yeah, like "It's too dangerous" or "what's the point of doing that?". And it is me who realize the most how useless and meaningless the reasons are. I'm just too coward.

Now I try to break the first wall. I try to do a handstand. what's the point of it? don't ask. It's better that I try than someone who mock but too afraid to try. here is some review (sorry, no photos. Never think it'd work on me)

1st good work : cant get my feet up but can swing them, at least. fear of falling attacked.
2nd good work: made up my mind not to think about falling. and at last my feet touched the wall (I practiced facing my back to the wall)
3rd good work: can do a handstand 2 seconds without wall and 5 seconds with it.

wait for the best part! I'll try my best. :)

What would my child's name be?

yeah, I know this is kind of stupid.

but hey, have you ever imagine if you have your own family, got a beautiful wife you've ever seen (or husband if you're man), and have all the things done to have a newborn.

don't imagine the happiness or adorableness of your lil' cute baby, but think about a name. well after I got a real-like imagination, I got a fuzz thinking about it.

have you thought if your name is different from what it would ever be? yeah, shake-spear has told a quote, "what's the meaning of name" (it's just a simplified one, have no idea about the REAL one) but maybe if we got another name, things would be different, and maybe flipped off the logic.

yeah, some names are really related to the people, like the people with the prefix "soe" (soekarno, soeharto, soekarni, etc) or the name of john (people with that name tends to be something usual you know. the fact is john is the most name in UK), and other things that you or I don't even know. so that's why , it is important. now, what would we name our child? well the name is gonna be used for his/her entire life, and it's in your hand , the baby won't the name , will it. naming him/her with usual name seems quite old-fashioned but in the other hand, naming with a coiled-brain name will make him/her as a mockdump in the future . well I wont like that.

besides, there are some people who see someone by his/her name. you wont marry a girl named "donkey kongko" right? but still , if the name doesn't match the appearance, it's also gonna be ridiculous ("Edward Cullen" with flat face is something). a lot of trouble, and you now you are so blessed that your name is good enough (me too!)

so, the question is "what would my child's name be?

P.S = this post is what inspired me to write this. click to see something interesting! :D

Story III : A Woman Who Wake Up Before Day

This is also the story from last Monday after World Cup Finale.
I decided to make it as a artistic narration, because this story meant so much to me.
please think the same as me if you please

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it was a dark, cold night in city of sleepers
well every night seems so
that no shine is seen except the lamp pole
that the sky is to weak to fight the light of buildings and skyscrapers
just think it as an ordinary night with nothing to have
nothing to see
nothing to feel
like the existence of torch in highway

we were driving
yeah, it was a special night that the world celebrated
you can feel the warmth, the excitements, the spirit

in that road where everybody was shouting the name of glory
with two eyes hardly believe that they were still opened, no believe
the view was dim yellow, absolute darkness in corners

I love the view of night because you can see some stars if you are lucky
and the desolation is always a prize
no screams, no horns, no smoke, no dazzling lights
everything is calm with nobody in post

driving in night sometimes boring
and I felt that
while my dad drove, I saw the view
like I said before, nothing was interesting
I almost lost myself to yawn
almost, until I saw it

I saw someone, an awaken one
but no spirit of glory
no thought of entertainments
she didn't show what other people felt that time

she didn't use high heels
she didn't use white, scrappy gawn
she only use a cap, gloves and boots, worn out yellow uniform, and Jilbab
on her hands were broomstick and dust collector


she moved very, very slow
with trembling hands she moves her broomstick
it seems like her hands and feet was too tired
in her gesture came up an image of someone who has struggled so hard in this world
struggled so hard, and so long
just to survive
no one stood beside her, no one
she was alone, sweeping the road
so slow, sign of oldness

I never thought there is someone like her
wake up so even though she is so old
with every power drops she has left, she works everyday
only sweeping? you don't know anything
she wake up when everybody sleeps
she starts her work without anybody
she alone wipe off the road, with no one helping her
she starts first, end last
everything is only for surviving!!
why is someone like her destined to severe such a suffering life?
why me? why me? she would have thought
albeit I can't see her face, I understand her life a lot
a really though one, a life that people wont want to have

I cant do anything to her, I don't have anything
everything is not my possession, it is my parents
I realize that, how foolish I am, thinking that the world's so boring
while out there someone is putting the life on just to survive
really, I'm so stupid
why am I wasting money I don't even struggle to get for fun?
why do I hate to eat something good enough?
why am I lazy to do something that is too light compared to what they do everyday?
why? why? WHY AM I SO STUPID?
then a tear came out from my eye
I can't believe it
I feel pity to it
I don't know, I really don't know what to say ...

God, please give her blessings in world and heaven, I know You are The AlMighty. I know you can do anything. please, bless this prayer, Allah. Amin.

just some addition : some motivational quotes in 2 languages ! (....so what?)

motivational quotes (in Bahasa and English):

Smile is the shortest distance between two people.
Senyum adalah jarak yang terdekat antara dua manusia .

Real power does not hit hard , but straight to the point.
Kekuatan yang sesungguhnya tidak memukul dengan keras , tetapi tepat sasaran

You have to endure caterpillars if you want to see butterflies. (Antoine De Saint)
Anda harus tahan terhadap ulat jika ingin dapat melihat kupu-kupu. (Antoine De Saint)

Only the man who is in the truth is a free man.
Hanya orang yang berada dalam kebenaranlah orang yang bebas.

Every dark light is followed by a light morning.
Malam yang gelap selalu diikuti pagi yang tenang.

Laughing is healthy, especially if you laugh about yourself.
Tertawa itu sehat, lebih-lebih jika mentertawakan diri sendiri.

The danger of small mistakes is that those mistakes are not always small.
Bahayanya kesalahan-kesalahan kecil adalah bahwa kesalahan-kesalahan itu tidak selalu kecil.
Kesalahan kecil bisa mengakibatkan kesalahan yang lebih besar. Bersamaan dengan kesalahan itu, persoalannya bisa menjadi besar pula. Maka kesalahan kecil pun harus segera dibetulkan.

To be silent is the biggest art in a conversation.
Sikap diam adalah seni yang terhebat dalam suatu pembicaraan.

The worst in the business world is the situation of no decision. (Napoleon).
Yang terparah dalam dunia usaha adalah keadaan tidak ada keputusan. (Napoleon).

Dig a well before you become thirsty.
Galilah sumur sebelum Anda merasa haus.

Good manners consist of small sacrifices.
Sopan – santun yang baik yang terdiri dari pengorbanan –pengorbanan kecil.

IDEAS ARE ONLY SEEDS, TO PICK THE CROPS NEEDS PERSPIRATION.
GAGASAN-GAGASAN HANYALAH BIBIT, MENUAI HASILNYA MEMBUTUHKAN KERINGAT.

LAZINESS MAKES A MAN SO SLOW THAT POV ERTY SOON OVERTAKE HIM.
KEMALASAN MEMBUAT SESEORANG BEGITU LAMBAN SEHINGGA KEMISKINAN SEGERA MENYUSUL.

THOSE WHO ARE ABLE TO CONTROL THEIR RAGE CAN CONQUER THEIR MOST SERIOUS ENEMY.
SIAPA YANG DAPAT MENAHAN MARAHNYA MAMPU MENGALAHKAN MUSUHNYA YANG PALING BERBAHAYA.

KNOWLEDGE AND SKILLS ARE TOOLS, THE WORKMAN IS CHARACTER.
PENGETAHUAN DAN KETERAMPILAN ADALAH ALAT, YANG MENENTUKAN SUKSES ADALAH TABIAT.

A HEALTHY MAN HAS A HUNDRED WISHES, A SICK MAN HAS ONLY ONE.
ORANG YANG SEHAT MEMPUNYAI SERATUS KEINGINAN, ORANG YANG SAKIT HANYA PUNYA SATU KEINGINAN

A MEDICAL DOCTOR MAKES ONE HEALTHY, THE NATURE CREATES THE HEALTH. (Aristoteles)
SEORANG DOKTER MENYEMBUHKAN, DAN ALAM YANG MENCIPTAKAN KESEHATAN. (Aristoteles)

THE MAN WHO SAYS HE NEVER HAS TIME IS THE LAZIEST MAN.(Lichtenberg)
ORANG YANG MENGATAKAN TIDAK PUNYA WAKTU ADALAH ORANG YANG PEMALAS.(Lichterberg)

POLITENESS IS THE OIL WHICH REDUCES THE FRICTION AGAINST EACH OTHER. (Demokritus).
SOPAN-SANTU ADALAH IBARAT MINYAK YANG MENGURANGI GESEKAN SATU DENGAN YANG LAIN. (Demokritus).

A DROP OF INK CAN MOVE A MILLION PEOPLE TO THINK.
SETETES TINTA BISA MENGGERAKAN SEJUTA MANUSIA UNTUK BERFIKIR.

WE CAN TAKE FROM OUR LIFE UP TO WHAT WE PUT TO IT.
APA YANG BISA KITA DAPAT DARI KEHIDUPAN KITA TERGANTUNG DARI APA YANG KITA MASUKKAN KE SITU.

REAL POWER DOES NOT HIT HARD, BUT STRAIGHT TO THE POINT.
KEKUATAN YANG SESUNGGUHNYA TIDAK MEMUKUL DENGAN KERAS, TETAPI TEPAT SASARAN

IF YOU LEAVE EVERYTHING TO YOUR GOOD LUCK, THEN YOU MAKE YOUR LIFE A LOTTERY.
JIKA ANDA MENGANTUNGKAN DIRI PADA KEBERUNTUNGAN SAJA, ANDA MEMBUAT HIDUP ANDA SEPERTI LOTERE.

REAL POWER DOES NOT HIT HARD, BUT STRAIGHT TO THE POINT.
KEKUATAN YANG SESUNGGUHNYA TIDAK MEMUKUL DENGAN KERAS, TETAPI TEPAT SASARAN.

BEING CAREFUL IN JUDGING AN OPINION IS A SIGN OF WISDOM.
KEHATI-HATIAN DALAM MENILAI PENDAPAT ORANG ADALAH CIRI KEMATANGAN JIWA.

YOU RECOGNIZE BIRDS FROM THEIR SINGGING, YOU DO PEOPLE FROM THEIR TALKS.
BURUNG DIKENAL DARI NYANYIANNYA, MANUSIA DARI KATA-KATANYA.

ONE OUNCE OF PREVENT IS EQUAL TO ONE POUND OF MEDICINE.
SATU ONS PENCEGAHAN SAMA NILAINYA DENGAN SATU PON OBAT

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I was reading my old unused blog and I found this lil' post. I do think this post is gonna be useful in the future so I post this as fast as I can. no means of empty-creativity ! still got some stories left to continue the last post, so keep reading !

oh yeah, and subscribe. hail ewe. :)

Story II : I Hope My Dream Come True (Dream in Real Meaning)

I had a strange dream, but I really love it. It makes me so happy and energetic.

What on earth the kinda dream is that?
Well if I take a corresponding word to describe it, maybe it’s gonna be Love. But not really like love.

Anxious? Well then I’ll tell the story now :)

Actually I had this dream 2 days ago, but I was so surprised that my dream repeated this morning after World Cup Finale (yeah, I know I didn’t say dreams. Bloody grammar). It’s not precisely repeated, but it’s kinda similar. Both of them made me so surprised when I woke up that I still remember it untill now.

The first dream took place on my head (of course, you retard). I don’t really understand the circumstances nor the environment in my dream, but I remember that I met my friends in junior high school (I was in Depok, not Palembang. You can see the details in Google Map. Maybe I’ll add it in “about me”). But not so high school situation, I didn’t see any of my close friends in detail. What I remember is only that there were so many people in a garden that chattered with each other while I was standing, searching for someone I didn’t even know, maybe try to find someone I knew.
So I was a bit confused that time when suddenly someone pulled my left arm. I was surprised (who wouldn’t?) but then it was even more surprising when I see the one who pull me. It was my friend, my close pal, a girl whom I loved then and now. her last name is Yaldar (this is also a secret between us okay? ;) ). She didn’t say a thing, she just keep pulling my arm and I followed her. Running along the way, she ask some things I don’t remember. Maybe some usual conversation, how’r you, you look different, say something, usual mock, or anything. I really don’t remember. After that, I forgot. Then I woke up.
It’s weird isn’t it? Yeah, I know. It was just a short dream, but the thing that makes me happy that I can meet her again even just for dream. I don’t know if this is called love or what because I ‘ve tried my best not to give something she’ll regret again, but I’m kinda happy to notice that she’s came to my dream. :)
The second dream happened in the morning. Well as I said before I watched World Cup Finale and I didn’t sleep until 4 and a half. So I waited until half to 6 because I must do Shalat ( I’m a moslem and I’m proud of it! Every sheeps should follow me. :P). Then I sleep.
In my dream, I met my friend, also a girl, who has been my classmate from 2 years ago (I shouldn’t say the name, maybe she’ll read it), one of the bests, in a place I also don’t remember. It was like a usual room, maybe a class or restaurant or ship dock. Then I saw her and talk to her (this part is a bit clouded) that I don’t remember too. Then I went away, met her again and talk again, I think it’s about book. Then I read a book, I thought ‘where is she?’, then I face the right side (she was in front of me before) and BAMM I was REALLY surprised that her face was right beside me and my cheek accidentally met her cheek. And it happened a bit long than usual (you know, when you accidentally touch someone you’ll definitely throw yourself off right?). then when I pulled myself out, she lean on the chair (or wall, anything that shaped like backlaid) and lean a bit on me. I know it was only a dream, but undoubtedly my heart beat hard and fast! I don’t know why... really that part was really weird and shocking. Then my dream faded and I woke up at 9. And those were REALLY strange.
What’s similar? First, at that time I can feel my heart speeded up. Second, I feel a bit happy when I remember them. Third, the 2 girls i’m talking about used to have some feeling to me (especially the first one, I really cant forget her). Fourth, they are really in a WEIRD condition. Unexplainable, but sweet. At some rate I wish my dream came true (hey it’s just a dream, I’m not a pervert!). Well, just hope. :)
Any comment, opinion, or advice? (or maybe prediction of the meaning. I REALLY NEED THAT!!)
Feel free to write at the comment box. :)
So just pray me luck, okay friend? Yea, thank you for reading. Hail ewe.

P.S. : I’m not a girl! I’m just a boy who has a last name EWE

Story I : World Cup Champion Revealed!!

Hello all, good to see you today. :D

Today I have some stories to share. Not only one, but four (maybe if I remember all of them. LOL). So I’ll write about 4 stories titled Story I, Story II, so on, but maybe I wont write everything this day, I dont have much time you know. LOL.I don’t know why, but it seems that this day is quite an idea-ful day. Maybe the God knows that I gotta bad day. Haha, thank you My Lord!

Reminding the date today is July the 12th in 2010, which means WORLD CUP FINALE!!!
It is a really special day for us, the soccerholics, because this is the day when the 2 best teams will compete in order to be the World Champion. Of course, because the teams who play will be the best, it sure shows a really terrific, exciting, magnificent game. That is where the excitement comes from, especially for the country of the finale match teams. Well even though your country is not competing in the finale (like Indonesia, my country. When will we go to world cup?? T^T), it doesn’t matter because the spirit of soccer is in our heart. Kampioen.

The result was really good. The winner is Spain (I am a fan of it!), while Netherlands lose 1-0 in the very last minute. I really happy to see Spain win, but I’m pity of Netherland that lose the game even though the play was marvelous. If only there could be 2 winners .... ahh , but game is game. No pain no gain. Congratulations, Spain. El Matador, I love you ;)
I didn’t watch the game in my home. I, my brother, and Dad watched it together in big screen in hotel. Yeah, you know, the Grand-Watching-Together and stuff. It was fun because the environment was not silent, but full of excitement and tense of concentration (to the game, not the girls. LOL. Kidding). It was the first time I watched the World Cup Finale in crowd, so this experience is quite original and suprising (the great scream when the ball comes near shooting area is always fantastic in power, you know). I love it, so maybe I’ll go watch football finales like Champion League or Premier League like that. Hmmm, sounds good. :P

By the way, the match was at midnight (because Africa and Indonesia has some time difference. Count it yourself, too lazy to do so). It started at 1.30 in the morning, so maybe some people slept before it started. But the problem was not about the yawn and dizziness of sleep, the problem was today is the starting of school day. So, you know what I mean ... (if you don’t, imagine if you watch football until 4 and need to attend school ceremony at 7. Just hope the teachers watched too)

Then, maybe we can take a point that football is exciting. So, play sports, don’t just watch TV! *hey you are out of the topic!*

Tompi - L.O.V.E. --> I'm Lovin' It !(No, McDonald, Not You)

L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one I see
V is very-very extraordinary, and
E is even more than anyone that you adore

Love is all that I can give to you
Love is more than just a game for 2
2 in love can make it
Take my heart but please don’t break it
Love was made for me and you

L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one I see
V is very-very extraordinary, and
E is even more than anyone that you adore

Love is all that I can give to you
Love is more than just a game for 2
2 in love can make it
Take my heart don’t break it

Love was made for me and you
Love was made for me and you
Love was made (ahahh! Come on yeah everybody)

Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love (one more time)
Love!

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lately I hear this song a lot. I really like it. I don't know is it because the arrangement is so joyful or Tompi's voice is really marvelous or my heart is starting to breathe love. but yeah, his voice is really awesome and the way he sing it is superb. I hope I can be like him someday. but can an ewe sing? who knows. not even everybody has heard ewe blare. but still, I CAN DO IT! DREAM A BIG DREAM AND BE IT ! YEAHHHH!! (overreacted)

What's Wrong with Sharing!?

hello there, good to see ya :)
I'm feeling quite good today. why ? I don't know. I just feel that way. yah, you know sometimes our heart feels good without any cause. just think this as a good luck :P

well out of that chatty-matty talk.
I'm picking up a case in my house (well it's not that I have a bad condition in home) that my family, or objected to my sister and mother, don't want to share.
rude? Impolite? noo, I don't mean to mock at my beloved sister and mother.
I just hate the way she (or sometimes they) see the eligibility or the level of appropriateness of sharing.
it means she or they sometimes don't show a good way of sharing things with some people that in this case is people out of our family or our non-relatives.

In my house, there's a man staying as our worker (my dad has a shoe shop so he has some workers). let's say his name is Willy. because he isn't our family, he tends to stay silent or not get in our way (our family I mean). even just to drink, he ask permission. Oh God, I don't like that way, it's a bit too decorous and I don't like that. so that's him.

now's time to talk about my sister. She is 22 years old currently, and has finished her undergraduate study in UGM or University of Gadjah Mada. now she's working independently, selling things but still stay in our house (yeah she's single), and she did a REALLY good job in maintaining her own shop.

our family is a really busy family. Dad and Mum go to work at 8 and come back at 6, 7, 10, midnight, or even the next day sometimes. and all that happens between the time is only work and work. we are selling shoes in dozen, scores, or in a big amount simply so we need to maintain a REAL bunch of shoes. thousands of shoes. and that's what we call busy. my sister usually helps my parents (she also open her shop there so it's like hitting two flies at once). my brother and I also help my parents but not as usual as my sister because we still have a lot more to take care of (we are entering university next month. pray us luck ! ;) ). what we can take from here is that we are lack of time to do housework especially cooking. so we often call for delivery service from some fast food restaurants.

now this is the problem.

when me my brother and I in home without my parents, we often called for delivery (it's usually pizza), there was once that we ordered 3 lasagna and 1 pizza large size. that time, I ask my sister :
I: why 3? how 'bout dad and mum and willy?
she: dad and mum is going home late.
I: how bout willy?
she: well he can take the pizza.
I got a bit bad thought of that, but I didn't take that as a matter. well some minutes after that, he came back home (the workers go back home, but my parents are still going to go to our 2 restaurants, well to take a look as usual. and yes we have 2 restaurants). after coming back home, he as usual went to garage tidy up the shoes (our garage is the shoes storeroom). because I was going to eat the lasagna, I cut the lasagna into half. then I asked my sister :
I: this half is for him. whadaya think ?
she : dont give it.
I: ??? why not? he deserve to have what we eat.
she : just eat it, dont you give it to him. he can take the pizza instead and it's enough for him

WTF, i thought. what's wrong in sharing !???
and it didn't happen just once. it often happened. I think she don't have the right to say that because:
1. it's my food so it's okay for me to give it.
2. he has the right to eat what we eat in the name of human right.
3. didn't she feel some hesitation in her heart that she decided not to share ?
4. if she were him, what would she feel when she heard that?
since that time, I less respect my sister because of what she did. why? because I told her many times but she didn't hear. ck, I need to be patient. I'm so fed up.

P.S. : this is a secret between us, don't tell anybody okay? ;)

Mon Ami (english)

Who is she
the one by whom world is brought to you
who wipe the adolescence in you
who knows no meet no feel
bring the life, oh only her
haven't you met Ms. seventeen?

isn't it the time for the dandelion to fly
a spoiled seed turns older
wandering her way out of a little garden
swinging around, happy within the young azure

be an adult, mon ami
the seventeenth year has stepped on you
following you the pray and love and smile we give
only for you, little dandelion
may happiness be with you
always with you
from this and ever after, please be well
“joyeux anniversaire, mon ami”

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well how is that? haha
actually this is a poem, a simple one for my friend Yuliarti Pane. today is her 17th birthday (well yesterday was the birthday, I forgot that I put this in the draft. stupid mouse) which means sweet seventeen (or whatever it's called). so this is my little present for you, my btch ! haha XP
Joyeux anniversaire, mon ami !

Dandelion Muda (joyeux Anniversaire, Mon Ami)

Dia, Siapakah dia?
dia yang membawamu ke dunia
dia yang mengelap kilau dunia remaja
dia yang tak kenal jumpa tak rasa
membawa belia ke hidup dewasa
sudahkah kau berkenalan dengan umur ketujuh belas?

bukankah sudah waktunya sang dandelion terbang
Yang dulu manja sekarang mencari jalannya
Berayun ria, gembira di langit muda

O, sekaranglah saatmu dewasa
Tahun ketujuh belas telah tiba
Doa dan senyum kami tak kan lupa
Untukmu, dandelion muda
Di 17 tahun hidupmu berada, dan seterusnya
Dan seterusnya...
Semoga kau terbang bahagia, dan bahagia
“joyeux anniversaire, mon ami”

Prologue : The Ewe Starts Walking Accross the Hill

"congratulations !"
that was what I think after making this new blog, out of any reasonable ones compared to this. well it doesn't matter anymore.

anyway, of course I'd like to say thank you for you people reading my first post, because this is where the long path of an ewe (or me) started. so, yeah, thank you.
I've got a bunch of ideas and freaky things I want to write in this blog. yeah, really. my hand wont stop typing (except for mistakes), my head is just continuing every words I type while I am typing what my brain said. Of course it must be so exciting to type the first post of every blog. you must have felt that, right ? RIGHT !!

okay, i'm cool, am cool.

from the sentences i've typed up there, you'll sense that I have another blog (or if you didnt sense it at all, I'll just say it). Yes I have the older one. but, you know.. things wont go well if you put your identity in it. it got a lot of mistakes, a lot of effort, a lot of shame (if you get ashamed by things you write), etc. so now, I'll talk as an Ewe (like my last name, inadvertently). in this blog , I will write about anything I like to write. so keeeeeep this blog on your bookmark (press CTRL+D!) and be my loyal friend. Okay ?

so then, until we meet again. Leave comment ! gule gule